Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ... Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

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460 Fancies and Fantasticks.Eve might as well have Adam fled,As she denyed her little bedTo him, for whom Heaven seem'd to frameAnd measure out this little Dame.Thrice happy is this humble paire,Beneath the level of all care ;For o're their heads all Arrowes flyOf sad distrust, and Jealousie,Secured in as high extream,As if the world held none but them.To him the fairest Nymphs do showLike moving Mountains topt with snowAnd every man a Polypheme,Doth to his Galatcea seem :None may presume her faith to prove,He proffers death, who proffers love.On the approaching Spring.Chi. ffilas, oh Hilas whysit we muteNow that each Bird saluteth the Spring ?Wind up the slackned strings of thy Lute ;Never canst thou want matter to sing ?For love thy breast doth fill with such a fire,That whatsoe're is fair, moves thy desire.Hil. Sweetest you know the sweetest of thingsOf various Flowers which the Bees do compose,Yet no particular tast itbringsOf Violet, Wood-bine, Pink or Rose ;

Fancies and Fantasticks .461So love's the Resistance of all the GracesWhich flow from a thousand several faces.Chi. Hilas the Birds which chant in this GroveCould we but know the language they use,.They would instruct us better in love,And reprehend thy inconstant muse ;For love their breasts doth fill with such a fire,That what they do chuse, bounds their desire.Hil.Chloris this change the Birds do approve,Which the warm season hither does bring,Time from your self does further removeYou, then the Winter from the gay Spring ;She that like lightning shin'd whiles her face lasted,Looks like an Oak being old, which lightning hathblasted.To be ingraven under the Queens Picture.Such Helen was, and who can blame the BoyThat in so bright a flame consumed his Troy ?But had like vertue shin'd in that fair Greek,The amorous Shepherd had not dar'd to seekOr hope for pity, but with silent moanAnd better fate, had perished alone.How theViolets came blew.The Violets, as poets tell,With Venus wrangling wentWhether the Violets did excellOr she in sweetest scent ;

Fancies and Fantasticks .461So love's the Resistance of all the GracesWhich flow from a thousand several faces.Chi. Hilas the Birds which chant in this GroveCould we but know the language they use,.<strong>The</strong>y would instruct us better in love,And reprehend thy inconstant muse ;F<strong>or</strong> love their breasts doth fill with such a fire,That what they do chuse, bounds their desire.Hil.Chl<strong>or</strong>is this change the Birds do approve,Which the warm season hither does bring,Time from your self does further removeYou, then the Winter from the gay Spring ;She that like lightning shin'd whiles her face lasted,Looks like an Oak being old, which lightning hathblasted.To be ingraven under the Queens Picture.Such Helen was, and who can blame the BoyThat in so bright a flame consumed his Troy ?But had like vertue shin'd in that fair Greek,<strong>The</strong> am<strong>or</strong>ous Shepherd had not dar'd to seekOr hope f<strong>or</strong> pity, but with silent moanAnd better fate, had perished alone.How theViolets came blew.<strong>The</strong> Violets, as poets tell,With Venus wrangling wentWhether the Violets did excellOr she in sweetest scent ;

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